I'm getting old, and all the books I planned to write remain unwritten.  The songs I planned to write remain unsung.  The barricades I planned to storm remain unstormed. 

I am a cancer survivor, burning with rage and boiling over with the force of will, and so damned disappointed it has taken me fifty years to find the whatever-it-takes to fight for that I feel I deserve.  

In the words of the song... par godina na zas... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuSthfwzjPs